Notes Along the Way
Neurotraumatized
Most days, I feel like I fail at fitting neatly into most categories of I understand what it means to be human. I've been told innumerable times that my brain works differently than most folks. That "most folks" includes friends and acquaintances living with ADHD and autism.
Support Is Being Helpful without Helping
*I’m being left behind again,* a resigned inner voice noted as the group I visited Teotihuacan with moved forward much faster than I could manage. My hips ached, my breathing wasn’t sucking enough air, and the sun sapped my energy. Still, I plodded along behind, knowing movement, even slowly, was the only way…
Practice All the Things
There’s a permission to not be perfect inherent in how I define practice. Learning a skill, trying a new sequence, and working on a challenging bit of behavior all require room to mess up.
Don’t Call Me Cute.
OK, so I know saying that while sharing the oh, so perfect picture of my attitude the summer I turned one isn't fair. And I'm not kidding. Don't call me cute.
It's a boundary I have.